What would it be like, living on a plane of constantly new pictures and waking moments, when you never remember the past? Imagine standing on an empty plane with short glimpses into someones life, not sure whos it is, until you ask and its yours...
Rather poetic if you did imagine it... the utter quiet, and absolute aloneness of it all is calming, and appealing to my mind...
Until i tell you that some people do live their lives like this and can do nothing about it. they can't come back, and return to their loved ones and remember that they have children, or know what you do for a living, or recognize your wife or husband.
theres always another part to a story.
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